A Difficult Writing Experience
I’m not quite sure what it was that I was expecting when I started English Composition. I guess I had been hoping it was something along the lines of grammar. Topics like nouns and subject verbs were among my hopes. Imagine my shock and dismay when I discovered it was writing! “Writing!” horror was evident in my exclamation. “I can’t write” I grumbled to myself, “I hate writing!”. I have never had any interest in writing, anybody who knows me would be able to tell you three things about me. One, I am good at art, and two; I am good at math. I am not entirely certain about the second thing. I read carefully over the parameters of the first essay I was required to write. I let out a long steady breath as my mind …show more content…
I determined that I would write an amazing essay, that was so brilliantly crafted that readers would be left in awe. After determining that I was going to write the most amazing essay ever, I decided it was time to choose my topic. I pulled up my worn leather chair to the rickety card table that served as my desk. It wobbled and made an awful creaking noise as I opened my laptop and navigated to the WGU website. The assorted topics I had to choose from were not very promising. Most involved how literacy has helped me to develop in life. I thought long and hard about some of my favorite literary pieces. Classics such as See Spot Run, and Clifford, the Big Red Dog were all instrumental to me in my literacy development. I doubted, however, that anyone would want to read an essay on Clifford. The only topic left to choose was a difficult writing experience. “Well, this qualifies.” I chuckled to myself and began writing down ideas for my essay. The more ideas I wrote, the more ideas I had about what I would write. Writing down my ideas was easy, so easy in fact that I was going to have trouble staying under 1000 words. I envisioned the way I would write out the essay. I smiled to myself as I realized I was building character by forcing myself to write this …show more content…
My mind started to wander and I could hear the faint, distant voice of my sister, an English major, quoting the different APA guidelines. “Quiet!” I yelled at her in the kitchen, “You are distracting me!” She grumbled something about me never listening to her and went back to washing dishes. Now that she was being quiet and no longer quoting APA rules I decided to watch the video on APA rules. While I watched the tutorial video I formatted and edited my essay. Everything was going perfectly. I was already at 619 words. It was then that I realized I was only a little over half way through writing my 1000-word essay and I had run out of things to write about. This was not going be quite the epic essay that I had hoped for. I started to panic. This was supposed to be my defining moment. This essay was going to make or break my college career. I began to wish I had a paint brush so I could just paint my 1000 words in a picture. The clock on the wall ticked away second by second. Every time the second hand moved I could hear it echo in my head as a sonic boom. I checked my word count again. A smile began to form as I realized I had completed the minimum requirement of 750 words. I had done it! I wrote an essay. I had accomplished something that I had previously thought would be impossible. I had found my sense of
I’m not quite sure what it was that I was expecting when I started English Composition. I guess I had been hoping it was something along the lines of grammar. Topics like nouns and subject verbs were among my hopes. Imagine my shock and dismay when I discovered it was writing! “Writing!” horror was evident in my exclamation. “I can’t write” I grumbled to myself, “I hate writing!”. I have never had any interest in writing, anybody who knows me would be able to tell you three things about me. One, I am good at art, and two; I am good at math. I am not entirely certain about the second thing. I read carefully over the parameters of the first essay I was required to write. I let out a long steady breath as my mind …show more content…
I determined that I would write an amazing essay, that was so brilliantly crafted that readers would be left in awe. After determining that I was going to write the most amazing essay ever, I decided it was time to choose my topic. I pulled up my worn leather chair to the rickety card table that served as my desk. It wobbled and made an awful creaking noise as I opened my laptop and navigated to the WGU website. The assorted topics I had to choose from were not very promising. Most involved how literacy has helped me to develop in life. I thought long and hard about some of my favorite literary pieces. Classics such as See Spot Run, and Clifford, the Big Red Dog were all instrumental to me in my literacy development. I doubted, however, that anyone would want to read an essay on Clifford. The only topic left to choose was a difficult writing experience. “Well, this qualifies.” I chuckled to myself and began writing down ideas for my essay. The more ideas I wrote, the more ideas I had about what I would write. Writing down my ideas was easy, so easy in fact that I was going to have trouble staying under 1000 words. I envisioned the way I would write out the essay. I smiled to myself as I realized I was building character by forcing myself to write this …show more content…
My mind started to wander and I could hear the faint, distant voice of my sister, an English major, quoting the different APA guidelines. “Quiet!” I yelled at her in the kitchen, “You are distracting me!” She grumbled something about me never listening to her and went back to washing dishes. Now that she was being quiet and no longer quoting APA rules I decided to watch the video on APA rules. While I watched the tutorial video I formatted and edited my essay. Everything was going perfectly. I was already at 619 words. It was then that I realized I was only a little over half way through writing my 1000-word essay and I had run out of things to write about. This was not going be quite the epic essay that I had hoped for. I started to panic. This was supposed to be my defining moment. This essay was going to make or break my college career. I began to wish I had a paint brush so I could just paint my 1000 words in a picture. The clock on the wall ticked away second by second. Every time the second hand moved I could hear it echo in my head as a sonic boom. I checked my word count again. A smile began to form as I realized I had completed the minimum requirement of 750 words. I had done it! I wrote an essay. I had accomplished something that I had previously thought would be impossible. I had found my sense of